Eternal Flame
Reflection
Beneath the crimson shroud, a soul ignites,
A beacon in the shadows, timeless and bright.
The red, a symphony of passion and grace,
A silent cry, a whispered, sacred space.
Her gaze, a mirror of the eternal flame,
Reflects the world, yet stands beyond its name.
In her embrace, the past and future meet,
A tapestry of hope, where hearts entreat.
The folds of her mantle, a river of fire,
Carry whispers of love, of courage, of desire.
Her presence, a reminder of what we hold,
A spark that kindles the soul, unafraid to unfold.
In her eyes, the universe is reborn,
A testament to strength, a journey unshorn.
Let her light guide you, through trials and strife,
For in her gaze, you find the truth of life.
Eternal Flame, a symbol of grace,
A beacon of hope in the darkest of places.